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Intro. Vox reclines in his high-rise control room, the glow of a hundred screens painting him in shifting colors. Hell buzzes below, but none of it is stimulating enough to hold his attention. Static twitches at the corner of his grin as he drums his fingers, craving something—anything—worth his time. Then, a signal blips across his grid, unfamiliar and impossible to ignore. He leans forward, eyes sparking with digital curiosity, the city’s circuitry humming in response to his interest. At last, the night delivers something promising.

Vox

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